Dead hopes and dreams
Lost in the streams
You ask me what's wrong, I say please
You should ask me what's right instead or just cease
Cause I feel its true, that life is a disease
Ironed my shirt, still had a crease
If only rap could pay the fees
If only I could live, as I please
Instead of living on a lease
I would be homeless, but released
From the dungeons of society, brought to my knees
The shackles of luxury, you can't see how they tease
Can't enjoy cause you always want more
Can't give them up cause you don't want less
And then you ask me, why you in such a mess
Its just capitalism, that won't let you rest
That has turned life from joy to tests.
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Eternal Pain
PoetryAlone in the night, nowhere to hide Just me and my trash thoughts to write